Monday, October 20, 2008

Robedoor usually comes off like one motherfucker of a dark realm but this new LP is lifted up into space via some super strange ectoplasmic channels, abducted by one longer slither of a beam of light, negating time, eschewing minimalism in favour of scorched intensities and a burnt travelogue of history, cosmic silt drifting through this doom with a Dungeons and Dragonsist humanism. I thought Robedoor's castle was made out of plastic cos it was melting a little bit but it's actually just the cave walls (on fire) making those blurry waves in the air.